Wednesday, February 27, 2013

I wonder how many people are left to recall this hauntingly melancholy song.I've changed the words to suit my own mood.

NOVEMBER SONG.

The time was very short from May to November

And it's coming soon, the chill of December.

And sunny days decrease and the years fly by,

And we're all aware that we have to die.

It has gone far too soon,

This life of mine,

Remember September?

'So far, so good' we say, and yet we know

We've had our turn; it's time to go.

The lovely summer rose must bite the dust;It curls and fades for it knows it must.It sees the buds below, demanding room; It knows it dies for they have to bloom.And the days dwindle downTo a precious few.November. December.And though it fades and dies and disappearsIt still keeps smiling through its tears.

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Born in England in 1931. Evacuated in World War 2. Trained as a teacher at Brighton Training College, Sussex. Taught in London. Moved to Zimbabwe. Seven years later worked on a mail ship. Married Malcolm in Capetown. Two children, Rebecca and Greg. Moved to Australia in 1974. After retirement worked for a publisher. Three grandsons, Blake, Harry and Max. Disabled by stroke in 2013. Now in wheelchair with husband as carer..